Ah. The good old days.
That night, my wife and I met a few Flyertalkers for drinks in Manhattan. We talked miles and points.
When we arrived home, I headed to the computer and read about this deal. It was 2200, and by then, all that was left out of New York was Cairo Egypt.
This was the only time I regretted attending an event.
It would only be a matter of time until the next one. In the old days, deals were rampant.
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